Draven Fox

The pack square was packed to the brim by pack members as they mingled and chatted. The grilling had already started, with the inviting aroma of meat and sweet corn invading our nostrils. The hunters had outdone themselves, bringing to the tables all sorts of meat for everyone to enjoy. Melody was somewhere in the square, probably with my mother. I looked around to see if I'd spot her, and sure enough, she was in the middle, seated beside my mother.

I found myself chuckling as she bit a chunk of meat from the big rib she was holding in her hands. She was too occupied with stuffing...